On my computer I keep a lot of picture files for inspiration both as an artist and a writer. One of those files is labeled simply the “Wrong File”. Everything in that picture file is in there for the wrong reason. Or does a wrong file need to be filled with the wrong stuff for the right reason? I don’t know. There is a lot wrong with this world. The fact that I am going to post stuff from the “Wrong File” is merely proof of that.

Liking Grumpy Cat posts on Facebook is an oxymoron of the lowest order. It is an example of what is wrong in the “Wrong File”.

Certain puns are just so wrong in a fundamental way. That’s right. They are both fun and mental. So that’s wrong.

As an educator I am aware that this thing we thought was true is now an untrue fact. That’s wrong also. My left brain tells me so. But my right brain tells me it feels right.
Yes, these things are wrong. Just wrong.

Why did I put this in here? This is not wrong. This is right. So I must’ve put it in the wrong file. So that’s all right, then.

Putting this in a file my wife could find on my laptop… Yes, that was wrong.

Saddle shoes have been wrong for many years now. I still draw them on the feet of kids, especially girls, especially school-age girls, and that is especially especially wrong because it means I am just too old and out of fashion.’
Boy! Is that wrong!
These things are all older than me, but I remember two of them. Is that wrong?

I’m not sure I believe this is wrong. So is that wrong? To believe that it is right, I mean? I’m probably wrong.
My wife constantly tells me I am wrong… about everything. And I probably am. So that is not right. And if you think that’s my wife in the picture, you would be wrong. She’s much larger than that in real life.
And many people find surrealism is wrong. Surreal is when you put wrong things together on purpose to make something that almost seems right.
So that’s what odd about the “Wrong File”, It is so wrong that it is right.


























Dr. Teeth
Today I had to take my daughter to the dentist before dropping her off at school. A simple teeth cleaning and an exam for future tooth work they are recommending resulted in a fifty dollar charge. I could pay for it, but it comes out of the monthly food budget. And I have no idea where the three times that amount that the future tooth work will cost is going to come from. Let alone the property tax due at the end of the year which is now three times what it was in 2006. I have lost control over my life because of increasing expenses and decreasing income. And it makes me lament, “Why can’t I control ANYTHING?”
You would think that having been a teacher for so many years I would know how to control practically everything, right? I mean, if a teacher can control the ultimate chaos engines of the average junior high school classroom, he ought to be able control anything… while doing nuclear physics on the side.
The secret is, a good teacher doesn’t control the behavior of students. The teacher manages behavior by adjusting what he is in control of, his own reactions and behavior.
To make a metaphor, it is like juggling handfuls of sand. They will slip between your fingers, bounce, and fly apart completely before the first revolution is complete. But if you are smart, and have a small ceramic bowl in each hand, and a convenient big bowl of sand to dip into for new handfuls, you can throw and catch and guide the handfuls of sand through their amazing performance, at least three handfuls. Maybe as many as seven, though that would take some really fast hands and years of practice.
The point is, I think in my stupid little head, that I should not be trying to control the chaos my life has become. The art is to manage the opposing forces, guide them back into the over-all flow of it, and prevent any single thing from overwhelming me, interrupting or wrecking the music of existence.
So the lesson here is, even though this post started out being about dentists and cost control, that I can’t control anything in life but myself. So I might as well keep playing my figurative banjo and get into a figurative Studebaker with figurative Fozzie just to see where the road song will take me. I will play the music and try to keep it all in tune and following the beat, no matter how many wrong turns and hitchhikers happen along the way.
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